07-01-2019, 12:27 PM
In the background behind Swati was the expanse of the large restaurant, lit by the diffuse light of the late afternoon sun. A few guests sat scattered across the restaurant and a couple of waiters flitted about on their errands. Our corner table was in a shaded area, lit by a small spotlight shining overhead. Swati drew apart the edges of her pallu and revealed her twin treasures to my hypnotized gaze, lit by the overhead light. Her full, beautifully smooth and fair globes were almost fully exposed. They were framed by the heavy gold necklace from above, the edges of her brocade blouse from the sides and the lacy bra from below. The dark pink aureoles and nipples were visible through the translucent fabric of her bra.
"Oh God, Swati... I... I...!" I was rendered speechless.
Her fingers pulled a breast out of the cup and played with the nipple. Only after allowing me almost a full minute to feast my eyes on the display did she finally tuck in her breast again and her nimble fingers quickly refastened her blouse. It was one of the most erotic sights I've ever seen. I don't think any of the strip shows that I have seen anywhere in the world come even close to the sheer eroticism of the display that Swati, the bahu (daughter-in-law) of a noble, wealthy khandaan (family), mother of two kids and a successful businesswoman in her own right put on for me in an open restaurant, in broad daylight, knowing fully well that the danger of exposure was possibly just a footstep away.
"I don't think I can get up for another hour!" I whispered hoarsely.
"Let me help you!" She whispered back.
Her anklet tinkled as she leaned back and extended her foot up my leg until her toe brushed my hard cock. I couldn't help grabbing her ankle and pressing the sole of her foot on the underside of my cock. It was an extraordinary feeling as the tough, thick, smooth skin of the sole of her foot rubbed on the sensitive skin of my cock.
"Swati no! Don't move!" I warned her.
I was as determined as ever to not ejaculate there. She held her foot steady while I kept it pressed against my cock for a long moment. I willed myself to push it back so that it no longer touched my cock. I started to knead and massage her foot. Her lust filled eyes became almost slits as her eyelids swelled. She couldn't prevent a moan from escaping her lips as my hands wandered over her smooth calf.
"Oh God, Swati... I... I...!" I was rendered speechless.
Her fingers pulled a breast out of the cup and played with the nipple. Only after allowing me almost a full minute to feast my eyes on the display did she finally tuck in her breast again and her nimble fingers quickly refastened her blouse. It was one of the most erotic sights I've ever seen. I don't think any of the strip shows that I have seen anywhere in the world come even close to the sheer eroticism of the display that Swati, the bahu (daughter-in-law) of a noble, wealthy khandaan (family), mother of two kids and a successful businesswoman in her own right put on for me in an open restaurant, in broad daylight, knowing fully well that the danger of exposure was possibly just a footstep away.
"I don't think I can get up for another hour!" I whispered hoarsely.
"Let me help you!" She whispered back.
Her anklet tinkled as she leaned back and extended her foot up my leg until her toe brushed my hard cock. I couldn't help grabbing her ankle and pressing the sole of her foot on the underside of my cock. It was an extraordinary feeling as the tough, thick, smooth skin of the sole of her foot rubbed on the sensitive skin of my cock.
"Swati no! Don't move!" I warned her.
I was as determined as ever to not ejaculate there. She held her foot steady while I kept it pressed against my cock for a long moment. I willed myself to push it back so that it no longer touched my cock. I started to knead and massage her foot. Her lust filled eyes became almost slits as her eyelids swelled. She couldn't prevent a moan from escaping her lips as my hands wandered over her smooth calf.